Whispering Live Oaks, a breeze through her moss
Cricket's legs speaking ...bug eyed and lost
Lightning bug flashing with all of her might
Listen , its calling...this rhythm of the night
Stars are exploding with brightness around
Moonbeams shooting ... rays that rebound
Silently Nighthawks brush by their prey
As evening lowers her midnight-blue shades
Its orchestrated...elated ...darkened...and faded
Its lights out...earthly shouts ...bright greens now jaded
Its stardust surrounding the comet's gold swing
Through cosmic light forces and a full moon's bright beam
Its silent love songs from clicking Raccoons
The swoosh of a Barn Owl ...the call of the Loon
Its darkened and singing with twists and a shout
All music at night time... that's what it's about
It's smothering bouquets of aromatic nectar
The splash of a shrimp in the channel...projected
It's magic you know ...illusion ...insight
Mystery rebounding, it's the rhythm of the night.
And Well Penned Too ...Susan
artistically written
like all your nature poems,
flowing with the grace
Your ink covers a blank sheet of parchment
into a masterpiece.
You have penned an extradorinary poem here. The magical splendor of the night is dramatically under rated in life.
I see the gifts of an evening as a celebration to the balance in creation and I hope you always find the rhythm of such essence.
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on May 10, 2006
Ah, but those rhythm's of the night always means rapture beneath the bright and voyeuristic moon.
Susan
The Eternal Child in you sparkles in this enetrancing and captivating Southern Night's pen..
I almost felt I was right there with you....
Love and Peace
Peter
Explore the mystery of how nature makes unexpected gifts of creative wonders to an unsuspecting caregiver one late night and early morning in southeastern Georgia, USA.
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I've peed on a tree or two, but I didn't know they labeled em like outhouses!
Ron
artistically written
like all your nature poems,
flowing with the grace
Your ink covers a blank sheet of parchment
into a masterpiece.
Love & Peace
William
~~wonderful heart in this poem~~
~~martin~~
This is gorgeous, soaring poetry, and that pic...ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Perfect compliment to this perfect write. BRAVA!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Dreams seem far away
No one near to confide
Or hear what you say
But stars high in the sky
And crikets in a tree
Still, never ask why
For your dreams will be
More real than anything
You have ever perceived
They will one time bring
Wishes in which you believed
Well done my friend, is that flowers I smell in the air or your perfume?
Fee
Love Tinka
I see the gifts of an evening as a celebration to the balance in creation and I hope you always find the rhythm of such essence.
The Eternal Child in you sparkles in this enetrancing and captivating Southern Night's pen..
I almost felt I was right there with you....
Love and Peace
Peter
Thanks for the prayers for Karla; she can really use 'em (so could I)!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D